I was super relaxed about this holiday. So unlike me, but hey, pregnancy will do that to you. Fortunately, I had been stashing away things for the boys baskets for well over a month, so at least I was prepared in that department. We kept things simple, I didn't have huge expectations, & the day went off beautifully!
Finn knew exactly what to do & got right after it. Delighted with each & every egg he found. He felt that about 10 eggs was sufficient, and then called it quits to open them all. And then try to open all the candy. Never asking for help (in fact refusing it), and eating far more treats than he probably ever has had in his life thus far. Liam hunted forever & ever. Not quite convinced that all the eggs had even been found. He was in one new yard after another. Sprawling our entire street. Finally, with an overflowing basket, I convinced him to join his brother for the egg opening.
Then it was brunch (quiche, all thanks to Conor), sadly no mimosas this year. Church, which I feel like we barely survived. But we did. Naps for all. We went to our neighbors for dinner; it seems this year we have traded off hosting holidays. I'm such a sucker for tradition and can never let go of certain family recipes, so while they hosted, we still brought the main course. An Easter ham with raisin sauce. It was such a lovely break to only bake the ham and not worry about my clean (or lack thereof house) and hosting duties. Such a fun evening, with kids playing every where, Finn putting back three helpings of meat, and wonderful company.